A/N: How much of this is BS? I don't know, because I am super super lazy. Whatever, whatever, it's still in character, so there!
Chapter 1: Waking Up
He saw flashes of someone he thought he couldn't have ever been. "No one sees him, eh," he said to himself. He banished the boy from his mind. He is green and blue and has wings and can travel through time, and that other thing - that almost-human - could not be him.
Could he?
No, no, he couldn't. He naturally knew these strange, mysterious languages and these strange people with strange-colored eyes. Red and violet and sky blue stood out most. But that sort of knowledge came with the ability to time-travel. He is a celebi, after all.
They weren't important, though; something else was wrong, something was wrong with the world he knew, or the world he thought he should know... Yes, the trees and the flowers were familiar. He knew this place, and the other place was purely his imagination, a dimension he was not assigned.
In his mind, he saw a flash of the ones he needed to find right away: a sleeping ursaring, and a violet-eyed absol, already running, flanked by a blue-violet-eyed umbreon and a blue-eyed espeon.
Celebi knew that this ursaring was not truly an ursaring. He was called Cuba, and had visited his friend Canada the night before. Celebi wondered why the first thing he did when he woke him up was shout, "America, you bastard!" and attacked him when Celebi was clearly no such person.
"Stop," he said. He prevented his punch from connecting with a psychic force. After all, an angry ursaring was a fearsome thing.
Reading his mind, he thought him to resemble a certain second generation pokemon that Cuba enjoyed using (and winning with) against the America he had shouted at in their battles.
"Celebi?" he said, wondering if all those cigars had finally gone to his head.
He nodded. "I am as I appear... but you are not an ursaring, are you?"
"I'm Cuba."
"I know that. How did you come to that form? You're not a pokemon, eh."
Cuba blinked once, twice, then looked down. "I'm not! But I am! What in the hell?"
"That is what I am going to find out. There are others like you, yes?" The absol, umbreon, and espeon, for three...
"Like me? Um, yeah," he said. "Hundreds."
And immediately, he felt hundreds of points of... the only way to describe them would be as points of light, points of light appearing all on the same plane of the multi-dimensional map in his head. All on this world.
"They're all here as well."
Cuba growled, and checking his mind, he had once again thought of America. Then he stopped, remembering his friend, and Celebi saw the boy he had seen when he had first woken up.
"And Canada?" he asked.
Celebi's mind was going so quickly, trying to find this Canada, that he hardly registered what he said. "You remember him?"
Cuba sighed. "I try to, he's pretty cool. I have a hard time, though, his brother is a stupid ass hole."
"I... don't think he's here, eh," Celebi said.
"Damn. Well, you're looking for everyone, right? I'll just stick with you," he said, grinning. Celebi smiled.
"Please do. We have to find everyone. You do not belong here."
Russia knew a hangover when he had one (despite not having had one since the Iron Curtain came down and the USSR fell) and he had a big one. He hoped that his little sister had stayed home and hadn't followed him to America - scratch that, it was Canada he went to, for some... friendly, shall we say, hockey.
He had lost (that Canada was a beast on the ice, but he took a minute pride in knowing he was one of the few who could ever stand a chance of winning) but Canada had bought the drinks afterward. And... his big sister had been there as well, but Russia wasn't sure where she had gone to after his sixth drink.
He felt warm and fuzzy, and he knew it wasn't him, unless he had sprouted fur and-
And paws and a tail... Russia frowned.
Then the headache struck in full force, and he was up and running through the trees, as if his body had a mind of its own.
A/N: Oh, look, the return of the double note! Soooo these are going to be much shorter than the chapters of Vanished, meaning they should be more frequent. Key word there emphasized for your convenience. I know the general direction I am going with this, so that's good. I don't know when the hell I will have that final bit of of Vanished with the info and links and stuff, nor do I know when I will post the first bit of the sequel, but I do know what I will be doing in it, and I give unto you a single clue: backpacking. And with that I say, auf wiedersehen!
